PART 2: The Predator That Didn’t Care About War
The elf ran through burning dust. Every breath felt like glass in his lungs. Behind him— the battlefield kept dying.
The elf ran through burning dust. Every breath felt like glass in his lungs. Behind him— the battlefield kept dying.
The sacred oil shattered across the stone floor as the priest stared at the burned crest beneath the girl’s iron
Rain crashed harder across the ruined battlefield. Smoke drifted through broken shields. Mud swallowed the dead. And still— the Viking
The thunder of war drums rolled through the stone fortress like a living force. BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… Each beat echoed
The tavern stayed quiet. Too quiet. Only the crackling fireplaces filled the silence. The young woman studied him carefully. The
Snow drifted endlessly through the mountains. The storm softened— but the cold stayed merciless. Near the weathered shack— the rugged
Thunder shook the biker bar hard enough to rattle the whiskey bottles behind the counter. But nobody moved. Mateo stared
The mountain pass narrowed. Snow crashed harder against armor. Wind screamed through the frozen canyon like something alive. Yet still—
The thunderous roar of thousands of soldiers shook the desert itself. “ALLAHU AKBAR!” Green flags whipped violently through the burning
The entire bank remained frozen in silence. Even the sound of keyboards and counting machines had stopped. Customers stared at